To borrow hyperbole, I need to invent a new language and use all its words to describe how stupid that concept is. It's that stupid.
Considering how much R&B and rap and other popular music is about sex, sex, nothing but sex, I guess it makes some kind of sense--on some level I am not capable of reaching without having parts of my brain removed. But what kind of pathetic moron is going to tune into a station which runs sex noises "under" the music? I mean, more than a few times for the (dubious) entertainment value?
I could see tuning in to the station once: "Dude, listen to this shit! It's fuckin' hilarious!" But listening to it every day? Listening to it in your car, or at work, or at home? All the time?
I suppose that adolescents will enjoy the station's new format. When I say "adolescents", by the way, I don't necessarily mean people aged 11-17, although that group is sure to be represented strongly among that station's listeners. (They say their programming is for the "over 21" crowd, but who out there actually believes that?) No, I mean anyone who's brain can't get out of the adolescent rut. (And I don't mean "rut" in the sense of a narrow ditch left by repeated passage.) I mean anyone who thinks that sex is the do-all, be-all of human existence, that there is nothing more to life or love than rubbing erectile tissues and mucous membranes together.
The really sad part of the whole issue is not that a Christian station was sold and turned into this. It's not that there is more than enough pop music about sex to make this format a viable option. And it's not even that they use recorded sex sounds to "spice up" the tamer songs.
No, the really sad part of this is that someone thought this was a good idea. That someone with the money to buy a radio station thought this was a good idea.
It's just another one of those things which is so stupid I can't get my brain around it. It's so stupid it doesn't register enough to be offensive; it doesn't even register enough to be funny. It's like trying to understand Scientology, or why your kid put the uneaten half of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the VCR; a rational mind just can't grasp the bizarre, mentally incompetent pseudo-thought of which this is the result.
I guess there's not much else I can say about it without resorting to that new language.